Part Eight: Boy and girl go to NYC (Part 2)

The date: July 15-19, 2000. The place: New York City…

We meandered east towards Central Park, first stopping at the American Museum of Natural History for a few hours before wandering into the park itself. And that’s what we did—wander, looking for nothing in particular but failing miserably, as we found all kinds of things to amuse us…

While sitting on a bench beneath a sprawling tree, our eyes followed a father and child coming down the sidewalk, dad pushing the little one along in a stroller. We smiled and said hello, waving to the child. The father leaned down and cooed, “Say hi [to us]!”. And the little’un promptly turned directly away from us towards no one in particular, waved (again to no one in particular), and cheerfully exclaimed, “Bye!”. Dad sort of smiled and shrugged at us, but we were already laughing ourselves silly at this incredibly cute exchange. Just one of those moments.

Later, we stumbled across a throng of people gathered around some sort of display, music blaring from yet-to-be-seen speakers. Working our way through the crowd, we found ourselves watching a dance demonstration by a group of roller skaters. My sweetie, being a huge fan of both roller skating and dance, immediately became a child and gleefully asked if we could stay for awhile. Looking at her face, beaming from ear to ear, how could I say no? So we watched. I stood behind her, my arms wrapped around her as we both bopped and swayed to tune after tune. I’d find myself glancing occasionally at her to find her staring wonderously at the festivities—and then she’d glance over at me, still smiling, her eyes still aglow, before turning her attention back to the fun. And before we knew it, we had been there well over an hour being entertained by this troupe and each other. Again, a completely unplanned diversion and another one of those moments.

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